She walks into the bar after work to join her colleagues for a quick drink, it's been a long hard day at work. This being one of the rewards that it's the end of the week, to relax and laugh over a beer. She scans the room to find them and her eyes fall on the most handsome man, her heart skips a beat and her breath is caught in her throat. He is her lover, her colleague and her secret.
Who defines handsome, what makes one handsome. Well in her eyes he is. He has a natural beauty that is heightened by his charisma, the way his smile lights up his eyes, that makes him beautiful. His snow white dusted black hair and beard, neatly trimmed to perfection. His charm that makes everyone feel wanted and needed. His broad shoulders, wide firm chest showing strength that tapers down to his hips, his thighs are thick but all muscle and those calves just make her melt. He is slightly older than her but holds his age well, hard working with strong beliefs in family and work ethics.
He is laughing at something said at the table and it's the light elimination the room around him that draws her eyes to only see him in the room, unaware of the young men nearby watching her approach, as she oozes sexuality they find it hard not to watch her approach, as her hips sway with her steps, wanting her lover to watch her approach him.
As she walks behind him she is wanting to reach out and run her hand across his back in greeting instead she breathes in his scent as she bypasses the table to go get a drink first before joining him and the others. His eyes follows her progress thru the room whilst maintaining his conversation with the group. Beer in hand she turns to the table and works out where to sit, luck so happens that the stool next to him is free. She greets the group and joins in the conversation. When the opportunity arises he allows his foot to rest up against hers under the table or his thigh brushes hers as you turns to rise for the next round of drinks. Just those simple gestures or the longer lingering eye contact makes her know she is wanted.
She wiggles on her chair as she feels her pussy throbbing with needs, she desires to be alone with him and to pleasure him as he pleasures her. She makes her excuses to leave the table and goes into the bathroom, where she inserts her jewel butt plug and sends him a photo. When she returns he opens his phone to see what the message is he has just received. His eyes light up with desire as he is confronted with a photo of her round arse spread open showing the glint of light reflecting on the jewel deep within the depths of her forbidden hole. She smiles at him when he looks up at her and wiggles on her chair, pressing the plug in deeper, a moan escapes her lips but she covers it well as she raises the glass to her lips, sculling a few mouthfuls to quench her thirst.